Not a professional act, this
Having studied late into the previous night, the pleasure of a lie-in was interrupted when staff at my hostel ran into my room. They had been trying to call me: “You've had a telephone caller waiting for five minutes now.” I apologised to the caller before asking who was on the other end. “Hey, Kaushal. This is your uncle speaking, and I have had a headache since yesterday. Please buy me a ticket for the outpatient department, for the best neurologist in your hospital. I will be coming at 11” he said. This was the first “social service” I had had to face as a medical student. I sacrificed a lecture to arrange the appointment with the “best” neurologist.
On being selected to what is widely regarded as the best medical school in the country, I was so excited initially that I used to boast about my medical school's teaching